Yeah - I have quite a bit to say on the whole fat issue, but I haven't posted for a bit here 'cause it seemed like the thread was degenerating into what's fat & what's not fat & how fat is fat, how fat are other people, what about clothing sizes, etc -- which mostly doesn't matter to me. I consider myself fat, don't mind that label anymore (though I did at one time) -- rather I look at it as an apt description of myself, much as I might look at a size 4-6 person (?) and say - oh, she is thin -- with no value judgement attached to it. It's my fat & I own it! It's taken a lifetime to build it...
But, in my case, it's not healthy (blood pressure, family history, etc) which is why I've slowly been taking it off, about 2.5 pounds a month - really, really slow. I still have at least 50 pounds and/or up to 70, depending on how I set my goal, but I'm not bothered & it no longer rules my life (the insecurities of it). (I appreciate the supportive comments from those such as balmerhon, Mindy & others. Feel free to drop me an e-mail sometime if you like.)
In my case, I think the perspective of age has helped me come to grips with the issue -- that and learning to like/love myself just as I am. My husband (and the man I dated just prior--who is still my best friend) have both helped me tremendously in this regard. That, and my own 'dark night of the soul' over the last 3 years, when I had to place both my mother (age 78) & grandmother (age 104) in a nursing home -- particularly poignantly in the instance of my mother who has advanced dementia & has become as a child. When you are so closely witness to all the indignities of old age, I have found that it strips away from your mind's concern a lot of what I consider the 'silly stuff' -- like worrying about fat, thin, rich, poor, 'fill in the blank'... Also, I think when one is forced to become the parent of one's parent -- someone you think growing up who will always be there as you have known them, you start looking at yourself & your life a whole lot differently. How stupid I was all those years to let my insecurities over being fat, how other people saw me, and so on -- how stupid I was to limit myself & my experiences because of that! Life is just too short & (I believe) you only get one. You can bet I'm resolved not to spend the next 40 years worrying about all that crap. I guess this is a little off topic, yeah, but again -- it's all about perspective & how you feel about yourself really.
PS - I still can't figure out the clothing size thing over here. In the States (before weight loss), I was wearing about a 26/28. The last time I was home -- I was buying size 22/24 or so. Over here in the UK, depending on the garment, I can wear anything between a 22 and a 26 as well, yet everyone says the sizing here is smaller than in the US -- which would put me between an 18 and 24 in the US now -- but who knows?!?! Hubby likes my bra size though & the lady who fitted me for it over here exclaimed that my husband is a lucky, lucky man...
I wonder if I carry all the weight there?!